Walking across the balcony, I could see the sun rising over Ripont. I was only wearing a thin nightgown, and my feet and arms were bare, exposed to the late February chill. Maman was expecting a letter, and the postman came very early. I wanted to watch it arrive. I was praying for it to arrive.
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Aveline on the Home Front
Short StoryAll was well for Aveline and her parents until the war started, and now nothing is the same. 7-year-old Aveline is struggling to accept how life has changed for them, until one fateful night when everything changes all over again. This story most li...
